It seems too soon for Daylight time again,
but Sunday clocks reset, the backyard strewn
with Prunus petals as I pushed this pen.
It seems too soon.

Too little rain, and garden dirt a dune –
New fires taking trees and oxygen –
The light not long enough to feel like June –

Three days ahead the stars declare is when
spring season will begin. No one’s immune
from equinox, but I can’t say Amen.
It seems too soon.

(Roundel)